Ever feel so angry you want to destroy some/thing/one/place?
It’s rare. But it happens.
I respond to injustice with that level of anger.
I am incensed when someone/somemany with power takes advantage, uses, even crushes or kills someone/somemany who is/are vulnerable, just because they can.
Because it feeds them in some perverted way. Continue reading
A blossom just about to fall on a foggy morning
I’m having one of those days. I’m just managing to hang on. By a thread.
Here’s to everyone else out there who is doing the same. We are not alone. You aren’t; and I’m not either.
We’re going to make it through this minute, this hour, this day. Tomorrow will dawn and the fog will have lifted.
And if doesn’t lift by tomorrow, it will the next day, or the next. But it will. I’m not alone. You’re not alone. I’m here with you. And there are others too. Many others. Some, like The Belle Jar, who think they might not make it, but who hang in there with the pain and somehow make it through.
Hangin’ by a thread, and hangin’ on. With you. We have each other. Things are looking up already even in the eye of the storm…
English: Tropical Depression One upon being declared (Photo credit: Wikipedia)